tiny dead aeropostale boy.
well you are spruce you are spruce now.
who is spruce talking to?
buddha eating spam...dying...floating....
I did ecstasy once when i was trapped in an elevator.
i look up the war's asshole every day.
i forget why.
who bought you that flashlight? it was a christmas present. who gives flashlights as christmas presents? mormons?
a dying man said you are too process oriented.
and anyway.
blog. buddha. repeat.
there is a wave that lasts centuries. you can touch it.
oh that's not the ice cube.
that's the ice cube lite.
now you do.
now you do.
broken chimp alert.
tom cruise morphing into a go-bot in scientology.
it's like shampoo.
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WHALEN’S WALENTINE
The only secret
still to be unraveled about you
is the rosemary on your fingertips
the blood in your smile
even in the desert
there are a few damp days
flown in from memory
or the art of perspective
from the fourth world
no big knowledge
or small knowledge
only the knowledge
that needs you
and works.
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